Walking away..

The pelted stones mock me,
As I leave for my morning walk.
They are an exercise in disdain,
Thrown by kids who didn't refrain.
The dust of the day is yet to rise,
Simmering slowly in anger and irony.
Hoping it would settle down fast,
I head towards my beloved park.
A knife is passed through my spine,
When I view the grass without shine.
Humanity of yesterday has made it so,
Joy isn't left for humanity of tomorrow.
Frying my own heart in a saucepan,
I return to my dainty home in remorse.
The sun comes up in the horizon,
Putting into motion my lifeless course.